PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I can not fail-I don’t have choice,

I grew up with nothing-Not even a fuccin voice.

But I’m gone make it to the top-With my words as a hoist.

I only have one option-And failure is not a choice.

I have to do it this time-Make it big with my rhymes,

Why do you keep asking me-No I’m not fine.

You damn right I’m angry-I’m tired of being kind.

You say you don’t see it-What are you fuccin blind.

You say I have a talent for turning words into rhymes,

That’s my key to success-You can do it this time.

Well that talent doesn’t come with the option of rewind.

To un-do all the shit that I have done to my mind.

But I’ve turned shit around and focused my attention,

And it all came at the hand someone else’s intervention.

A person so close but the name I won’t mention,

But I promise if I make it I will thank you with pension.

I’m a bitter ass person in case you didn’t notice,

But wait-slow down-it’s time for me to focus,

You been hearing this poem and bobbin ya head to it,

One slip up of my pen and there it goes-I blew it.

My big chance is now nothing- I had to go ruin it,

This might not be the best way-But I’m not gone stop doing it.

This is all that I’ve got- I have to pursue it,

And I promise if I catch it I’m not gonna lose it.

I just sit down and write and lose myself in the music,

This is the only way- I have no choice but to do it.

I will not give up-I am destined for fame,

Destined to have a million people screaming my name,

Destined to make it through all of this rain,

Destined to prove that Life is a game.

And where you move your pieces-Determines your position,

Feels these fuccin words-Now try to envision,

Man against fate in a head on collision,

My gift is my curse-and my way to a better living.











Michael C. Lucas